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My fencing-buddy Dave, known variously as that and Dave-in-Germany, is back. He's home. He's out of Iraq. He was there twice. He's out of the Army.

... I think I'm going to go light a candle or something. I didn't realize how much unformed worry there was for him in the back of my mind until I saw him online.

I think this is the first time we've had a chance to chat in two to three years.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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